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You cannot sing yourself to sleep

With hands of starlings
Or count sheep when legs are dogs
Pulling you down the street

Sing the child in bed if you can
As water rises over the bland
Map of this sad Ohio town

A reckless river of borrowed
Thought, an inkpot of birds
Dancing through your inability

To understand why you unwind
In longing and how unkind
Panic leads you to the seam

In life, the dream assigned
To unsettled night each time
Love hungers you back over

Every line inscribed in wrong
The lullaby to which you belong

 

Peter Grandbois

Peter Grandbois is the author of fourteen books. His plays have been performed in St. Louis, Columbus, Los Angeles, and New York. He is poetry editor at Boulevard and teaches at Denison University in Ohio. You can find him at www.petergrandbois.com.

About

Peter Grandbois is the author of fourteen books. His plays have been performed in St. Louis, Columbus, Los Angeles, and New York. He is poetry editor at Boulevard and teaches at Denison University in Ohio. You can find him at www.petergrandbois.com.